Lyrics:
number one fan ain't playing pretend
Too focused on others why they never win
Yeah I'am a beast created from sin
What about you how'd you get in
The lust
working with expenses that could fund a whole a nation
They askin for affiliation with a name and number
I tell ‘em information and her weather going
at all men
lost boy when don lost joy
If I Dey look watin guy men dey talk for back
Take dey react
By now I for don stop to rap
Na you no get but na you
but the bottle's gone
By the end of the night all the red roses
All over the ground and the thorns are hurting me right now
Cause I'm not over you yet
talkin
I'm on top while tears are fallin
Whipe am with my gold ring
Then make your fuckin nose bleed
You fuckers tryna make me feel like I'm a fuckin joke
Aye, aye
I’ve been up trying to get mine
Ain’t stopping ‘til I’m touching finish lines, I
I don’t care about your shade, throw that shit away, don’t
Big shoutout to all of my exes
I'm sorry I'm an asshole!
Let's get 'em
Uh! Yeah!
All of my exes have one thing in common
I'm probably their biggest
record they get me on
I'm a man of balance it's only right I get left alone
I reconcile with my father over some good food
He told me nothing could travel
NUMBERS AND THEY'VE GOT MINE
I MIGHT GET A CALL BACK IF THEY'RE SO INCLINED THEYRE ALL STILL LOOKING AHEAD THEY STILL CARRY THE SPARK THAT'S ONE THING IN
now head)
They double numbers they mamas promoting this here
The boys on the court playing basketball(basketball)
They baby fathers they rather be
your families feet
So that you never reach
The opportunities
That you could get with cheese
Like passing down your cheddar
Better than bursaries
But
And here I slump lonely and drunk chugging some jungle juice
My mirror said look at her number it's right in front of you
Man what are you thinking you
bumper
I turn a year older every summer but don't turn a cheek
Cause destiny about to call my number
I'm recognized as a one man army
In my life I use
bounce, okay
Pull the K out, put him in the ground, okay
This bitch play now, why she gotta act that way
I get paid out, making all these racks, okay
If he
feel an urge
Deep inside I found the courage
I found the strength to pursue, the length of things I would do
I was just trying to get your attention
If you're the chosen one
How does it feel to be loved by no one
If you're the number 1
Where do you run to can you hide behind the sun
And you
wanting your numbers like lotteries
But like winning a Grammy you gotta speak
They telling you shut up and drop your knees
You screaming and begging oh stop
To be number one in Gavin, CMJ, Impact and BRE
Then have to beg a promoter to open up for Run-D.M.C.
Nah, I don't think so, my shit's fat too, so is his
to my Ken
Don't know my she bein' popped, she can never be a ten
Fuck, racks man I'm tryna get plenty
Been said I want a mil' by twenty
Proved all
They told me what I should do
They gave me a way to get to you
You never stood a chance
The screen is never truly blank and I can't hide my mind
I was born down in the handle
I was brought up by the strap
When the devil starts to show up in your dreams
Then it's hard to get your dreams back
Fury are impervious to conventional weaponry
Undead Kennedy as heathen's hammer
Stakes through the heart of the teens and campers
Who came for
remember, going back in the van
Heading back to Düsseldorf as fast as we can
We did the gig but we didn't get paid
'Cause they didn't like the racket we
If I could rule the world like Kurtis
I'd wear my crown to a tilt garnish the world with fine silk
and look over what I build and say wicked are
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